Chapter 372
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“True, I agreed, watching as Sarah expertly soothed her son. I couldn’t wait until that was me, holding my own baby, learning their
cues and needs.
The rest of the day passed in a happy blur. Tristan and I spent the afternoon at the new house, meeting with the interior designer to finalize the living room layout.
We’d already chosen a beautiful gray sectional couch that was deep and plush, the kind you could sink into for movie marathons.
A modern coffee table made of reclaimed wood with a glass top sat in the center of what would be our living room.
“What about the walls?” the designer, a pleasant woman named Monica, asked, pulling up her tablet. “We discussed cream for the
main color, but what about accent walls?”
“I like the deep blue for behind the entertainment center,” Tristan said, pointing to the sample on the screen. And maybe the
charcoal gray for the dining room?”
“Perfect choices,” Monica said, making notes. “They’ll complement the furniture beautifully. Now, what about window treatments?”
We spent the next hour discussing curtains versus blinds, area rugs, lighting fixtures, and all the small details that would transform
the house into our home.
It was overwhelming in the best way, every choice we made was another piece of our future falling into place.
“What about the nursery?” Monica asked, pulling up a different folder on her tablet. “Have you thought about themes or colors?”
I looked at Tristan, feeling that familiar flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. Our baby. Our nursery. The room where we’d rock
our children to sleep, where we’d change countless diapers, where we’d watch them grow.
‘Don’t worry about that. My wife and I already have it covered. Her brow raised at his words but no questions was asked.
She nodded and showed us options for cribs, we chose a two in one convertible one that could eventually become two toddlers bed.
Then we told her not to worry about the rest because we’ve gotten few other things.
“The house should be completely ready in the next few days,” Monica said, packing up her tablet.
“We’ll have everything delivered and set up. All the furniture, the decorations, the window treatments, everything. You’ll just need to
bring your personal items and you’ll be ready to move in.”
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After she left, Tristan and I walked through the empty house hand in hand, our footsteps echoing on the floors, imagining what it would look like filled with our furniture, our belongings, our life.
This is the living room where we’ll watch movies,” I said, standing in the middle of the spacious room, turning in a slow circle. “Where we’ll have family game nights and where our babies will take their first steps. Where we’ll put up our first Christmas tree as a family.
“This is the kitchen where I’ll cook you breakfast every Sunday,” Tristan said, pulling me into kitchen with its granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.
“Where we’ll make bottles for the babies at three in the morning. Where we’ll eventually teach them to bake cookies.”
“This is the dining room where we’ll host holidays,” I continued, moving into the adjoining space with its beautiful chandelier and bay window. “Thanksgiving and Christmas and birthday parties.”
“And upstairs,” Tristan said, his voice dropping lower as he led me up the elegant staircase with its iron railings, “is the master bedroom where I’ll make love to my wife every night.”
I laughed, heat flooding my cheeks even though we were married and I was literally carrying his child. “Every night?”
“Every night,” he confirmed, pulling me close once we reached the landing. “Maybe twice a night. Three times if I’m feeling particularly energetic.”
“Ambitious,” I said, but I was already tilting my face up for his kiss.
He obliged, kissing me slowly, thoroughly, like we had all the time in the world. His hands settled on my hips, pulling me against him, and I could feel his desire even through our clothes.
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Marije D.
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this is a very annoying chapter with all the stff about babies suddenly being singular again….there are TWO BABIES in her belly
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
